Silk just smirked and drifted away, a shark smelling easier prey.
That night, Diggy didn't come home. He was found at dawn, slumped against a chain-link fence near the Flatbush junction, glassy-eyed and mumbling. Silk’s needle had found its mark. The team was shattered. Preacher prayed over Diggy in the hospital waiting room while Fat Jamal cried, his massive shoulders shaking. The summer league finals were in three days. the basketball diaries -1995-
The answer came on finals day. Diggy was there, pale and shaky, but there. Silk and the Spartans were on the other side of the court, laughing, their warm-ups pristine. The game was a war. Tariq’s ankle throbbed. Preacher got elbowed in the ribs. Fat Jamal fouled out with two minutes left. The score was tied. Silk just smirked and drifted away, a shark